Tag: anxiety
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Frayed Not
I’m a frayed knot. In addition to being the punchline of a joke, that about sums up how I feel at the moment. There’s a lot of moving parts, and I am trying very hard to align all of them and frankly I keep failing at that. Which worries me, because my screwups have the…
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Certainty
I’m sitting here quietly. I’ve written the Mad Genius post, my dear husband brought me coffee, but the apartment is mostly dark still. The laptop is warm on my legs, and honestly I just am not yet ready for lights, action, cooking… I’m working on learning how to relax. This is a good season of…
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Thinking Out Loud
I’m always hesitant to write when I’m in a state of high emotion. It’s not that I won’t be passionate here – I certainly have been before. It’s just that when I’m in a state of mind that isn’t quantifiable, other than perhaps melancholy, I tend to draw a screen between myself and the world,…
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Coping
I’ve been reading an excellent book on psychotherapy on my lunchbreaks, and listening to my usual podcasts at work to fill in the time. Given that lunch is only 30 min, the reading is obviously moving slower, even if I do read quickly. But a combination of Tomasz Witkowski’s acerbic take on the, ah, art…
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There is no Last Straw
I’ve lived an interesting life. Those of you who know how to read that, can read between the lines and fill it in. The rest of you, I have a few words for. I don’t have time for more than a few, but I had to say this today, right now: There’s no last straw.…